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% D0 |1 Y Q; R* J' m" N& uI was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
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He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel5 c M6 M+ d# J6 J) ^8 ]
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The other on my heart8 G6 R: D3 m6 @2 r. G
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I look around, turn the radio down3 c9 T8 U- j+ }+ ?4 x) f
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9 ]/ Q9 G3 S: H" }3 [. MHe says baby is something wrong?" D1 j* `. U% y9 O1 v
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' M3 r7 _6 F5 ~: F- |& j# E3 DI say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song
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And he says...
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Our song is the slamming screen door,
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! ]; P8 x2 o$ V+ [Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
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4 x) D/ Q8 e: s8 }/ |When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
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& Q+ ?4 b- V% W1 _: J, zCause it’s late and your mama don’t know
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Our song is the way you laugh
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9 Q7 e2 H6 ? l ?0 P! I9 Z! P! ^* SThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”1 W) r& g" k2 r
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And when I got home ... before I said amen0 k) \8 m+ o) j8 d" U; T
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Asking God if he could play it again" U4 B, X' |) y& R$ m, B
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7 J, k7 J& C5 V) F3 ~3 B4 @I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day- r, D) \5 c/ Z; s, X% Z
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Had gone all wrong or been trampled on+ A# |0 c b7 a& {# q4 g( Z
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Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses6 K2 s3 t3 j) S$ _
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5 k: y( s) x E6 n6 x: H7 DAnd the note that said...# C! @3 @) ~) x0 U! K i# J
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8 b9 _$ E5 X: u7 i: d. cOur song is the slamming screen door,
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window/ C1 p& K) F6 _' c4 V/ B, n0 n
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know9 R v! |/ `8 d" H& A1 V) Q5 m9 U1 C
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Our song is the way you laugh$ n& [, ~6 w8 w
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”; y8 t, t! g; O/ Z# T
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" y9 D$ l0 X5 x! j `* ^And when I got home ... before I said amen! ?; t5 B, W8 `! u Y% O
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$ K% w, s' H& p! a& aI’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
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Waited for something to come along
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That was as good as our song. q2 C$ T1 x% ~! I$ D- b! h) k$ W
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) y: f: L/ \: s% ?$ V% ZCause our song is the slamming screen door; L; d$ w. R0 {. G) n
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1 ]- H# }* [- ?5 }! v6 eSneaking out late, tapping on his window
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When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow
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Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know
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Our song is the way he laughs
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”2 v% R/ O0 l- G3 w& O, {7 a( n
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And when I got home ... before I said amen9 C" z( W. ], c! x
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8 W7 F8 y. c% \3 q4 q2 s' s& P. j9 qAsking God if he could play it again...5 H6 ]6 c' f8 n0 `- o+ k, ~1 I
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9 w. ~% Z2 x3 z+ D; ?5 ^Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea
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3 A- y& r8 k& H5 q- q/ C6 E) jI was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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In the front seat of his car
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. p# L0 H( }6 G8 V2 ]2 EI, grabbed a pen and an old napkin
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And I... wrote down our song--- |
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